[Intro]
What it is? Check it out, it's Briggs. Live from Alice Springs: the red centre. My cousin's been drivin' me around... I can't show his face though otherwise he will get the sack. Peace to Newsense for the tag. Fuckin' sick fuck. I hope you washed your hands, son. So, um, everyone smashed it, so I guess it's my turn. Check it out

[Verse]
Live from the N.T
Red centre is the place I'll tag an MC
Newsense repped for the bodily functions
I'm thinkin' I'll kick it with the fuckin' bumpkin
But never second guess the country
They got rednecks, twenty-twos in the front seat
Missin' their front teeth, antenna like ten feet
Acca dacca in the six stacker, trust me
Fuck a rap, I don't even like verses
And fuck a cypher, I don't even like circles
Fuck a show, fuck rehearsals
And I fuck this beat 'til it's blue, black and purple
[?] the legend now, it's authentic
Bias B, son, representin'
Lucky number seven, my time is up
So I'ma kick this back to the original [?], what up, Hunt?

[Outro]
Hunter, SBX, I'm taggin' you in, son. You're number eight. Sendin' this joint back to the west. So, um, just go get 'em, son. [?] Shout out to the Golden Era fam: Hilltop Hoods, Funkoars, Vents One. You know what the deal is. This is Briggs, signing off from the desert, son